Peaches and Time

Schools starting in a few weeks. I don't really want it to. Can you tell?

Time curls like ripened peach skin Pulled from the flesh. Which falls from my hands Before I can think to catch it. But the peach tree out front Is ripe now And freckled with nucleus, cytoplasm, Membrane tickled with baby fuzz.

The premature fruits Lay smooth and hard, around the base As my brother took joy in Picking the green globes That would thunk upon the dirt And roll to his feet in adulation.

This is satisfying somehow, Our control on the cells of the world. But time contains no nucleus No cytoplasm or membrane, And it falls from my hands Before I can think to catch it.

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I never thought about connecting peaches and time together. Very creative. Your first and last stanza go well together, but the second stanza seems a bit random because you are not focusing on yourself anymore. From how I read it, I assumed that your poem was focusing on yourself. On your last stanza when it says, "This is satisfying somehow" can you describe why it's satisfying? and be more specific. I like how you used simple biology terms in this poem. Overa... (more »)